Mother's Chosen Master

After passing through the next few days smoothly, Yu Zhu recovered quickly under Qiu Mo's "careful care", Xiao Ou and Xiao Mo deepened their friendship through bickering and fighting, Jing Tong still watched everyone talking and making noise most of the time, today When it was time to part, the village head brought the villagers to see him off.

Every time she sees a group of villagers treat herself as a benefactor, Jingtong feels guilty in her heart, which is a kind of inner entanglement that cannot be explained or shirked.

"The village chief, I don't have anything to give away. Take these melons that our family grows and take them back for the girls to taste."

Seeing Jing Tong nodding, Xiao Ou and Xiao Sui took it away and put them on the carriage together.Yuzhu sitting in the car was soon surrounded by fruits and vegetables, the smell in the car was really real, Yuzhu covered her nose.The car is finally moving, it's great, I hope to go home soon, she misses her own bed, and she doesn't have to sleep with Qiu Mo anymore.

Jingtong and Nangong Tingting were riding horses, while Qiumo and Xiaoou were sitting in the front of the car and driving the carriage. The sky was clear and the weather was really nice.The mood of returning home is pleasant, and everyone has a deep or shallow smile on their faces.On the way, he passed by a group of people in black night clothes, Nangong Ting looked back, and asked Jingtong curiously who they could be?Jing Tong asked her to look in the direction in front of her, and ignore the others.Sometimes Nangong Su Ting could not fully understand the master's words, and he would do as he did not understand.

At the gate of Mo Yunxuan, before they got off the horse and the car, many people were already calling their names more and more clearly. Even the fat aunt in the kitchen put down her big iron spoon today and ran out to greet them.It was a long battle, and the feeling of being waited on was very heartwarming.

Xiaoou stretched out her hands and helped Yuzhu get out of the car, "Senior Sister Yuzhu, we finally returned to Moyunxuan together!"

Holding her hand tightly, "Yeah, we're back!"

"Cough cough!"

Qiu Mo coughed twice, and slapped their clasped hands away, "What's wrong with you! How many people watched, I'm not shy this time!"

After returning to Moyunxuan, Yuzhu changed back to the original Yuzhu. She put away her emotions and walked straight back to her room. The cold-faced elder sister made many people want to get close but dare not get close. She swallowed all her words of concern Going back, watching her straight back.

"What are you looking at? She's gone back, alas, it's a trip to share hardships, it's just different! Now in Xiao Ou's mind, is Senior Sister Yuzhu's status higher than Senior Sister Qiumo's, huh?" Qiu Mo compared the distance between her thumb and index finger, "There are so many? Or more!"

"Senior Sister Qiumo!" Xiao Ou said, hanging on Qiumo habitually, "Senior Sister, what are you talking about, my favorite has always been Senior Sister you?" On the one hand, it is true that the two of them are getting closer, Xiao Ou thinks that in the future, if the elder sister puts on her face again, she will not be so afraid.

Nangong Ting exchanged a few words with Jing Tong and the big guys, and went back to their respective houses. Nangong Ting just wanted to take a quick hot bath, but on the way, she felt that the soles of her feet were getting colder and colder. When she wanted to take a bath, she would throw a bag Kissed the medicine bag prepared for her to relieve the cold.

Jing Tong returned to her courtyard, first glanced in all directions, she pushed away the Buddhist hall, took off the beads in her hand, put them back, and lit a stick of incense for her master.Someone has been here, even though everything seems to be in place without any trace of movement, Jingtong can still feel it, she is very familiar with this place.

After washing her hands, Jingtong sat on the futon and recited the scriptures quietly for a while. When she went out this time, what happened somewhat confused her thoughts, because she was too eager to know the person behind it.Don't worry about trouble, trouble will come to you.

After taking a bath and taking the medicine, Nangong Tingting sat on the bed and shivered under the quilt. She knew it was a sign of coming cold.This is also the first time in so many years that her parents were not by her side due to chills, and her brain started to become confused. Surviving a catastrophe must have a future blessing, she will endure it, and try to improve Qi luck.

"Why are you delivering the food? Where's Xiao Mo?"

"I didn't see Senior Sister Xiao Mo in the dining hall, so Aunt Fat asked me to come here."

"Okay, I see, you go back."

After several months, Nangong Tingting was the one who was used to eating dinner together. Jingtong ate a few mouthfuls before putting down her chopsticks. After hammering her head, she was the only one in Mo Yunxuan who had this special treatment, and she was allowed to have leftover food in her bowl.Waste of food will be condemned by God, thinking of what the little guy said, Jingtong picked up the chopsticks and reluctantly ate a few more mouthfuls.She didn't show up tonight, is she too tired?It is indeed hard work to be outside these days!

In the end, still worried, Jingtong stepped on the roof and flew to find her little guy.

The lights were turned off in the room, and the door was knocked, but no one responded. She must have fallen asleep. Jingtong was hesitant to leave, but when she heard a little movement, she pushed the door and entered, and the moonlight slipped in. Nangong Cong Half of Ting's body moved out of the bed, Jingtong stepped forward vigorously to help her onto the bed, lit the oil lamp, and lit the stove.

"I'm fine." Nangong Tingting took the initiative to say, "It's okay this time, I'm still a little conscious. I can still talk, master, why are you here?"

"I didn't see you, so I came to see you."

"Without my company, master must not have had a good meal, right?"

"Shh, don't talk." Jingtong helped Nangong Tingting cover the quilt tightly, and brought the stove to her side, "You rest at ease, I will watch over you here."

"what happened?"

Nangong Ting closed his eyes for a while and then opened them again, Jing Tong didn't know, falling asleep was the most difficult for Nangong Ting whenever he had a cold illness, "I can't sleep."

"I'll play a tune for you."

"it is good."

Probably because the impression she had on her when she was a child was too deep. Even after six years, Nangong Ting felt that Jingtong was still the same, and the feeling of wanting to get close to her had never changed. Jingtong's occasional gentleness, Nangong Tingting really love it.

"I want to thank Master for saving my life back then." Nangong Yun recalled that she hadn't formally expressed her gratitude to Jingtong. After she rescued her back then, Jingtong had returned to Mo Yunxuan after she woke up from a coma. At that time, Nangong Suting's brain was blank for a long time, and she couldn't remember many things. She just remembered that she saw a ray of white light in the water, and she grabbed it desperately, and she couldn't hold it any longer. Someone held her waist...

The sound of the flute stopped suddenly, and Jingtong looked down at the man, "Fortunately, I rescued you back then."

That day eight years ago.

"Sister Lan told you to go back quickly. Where's Nangong Tingting?"

Xu Ping's expression was panicked and weird, he was so nervous that he kept looking at the bottom of the valley, Jingtong felt that something was wrong, and asked again, "Where is she?"

Feeling something was wrong, Jing Tong didn't think too much, and stepped forward without hesitation, Xu Ping didn't have time to stop her!He knelt on the top of the valley, howling...

It was Jingtong's instinct to jump down to the bottom of the valley to save others.And at that moment in the night, Nangong Su Ting might have died.Who can tell what fate is like?

Jing Tong poured her anger into Nangong Ting's heart for a while, "Does this make you feel more comfortable?"

"Well, I feel a little sleepy."

"Then go to bed quickly."

Jing Tong has been sitting by the bed, looking at Nangong Tingting, she is much more well-behaved than usual when she is sick, and her voice is soft and sticky, making one can't help but want to be nice to her.Lan Zirui told her that whenever Nangong Sui was sick and lying on the bed, she felt that no matter what she did, she could forgive her, whether she was messing around or making noise, as long as she was healthy.

Nangong Ting's cold symptoms lasted for nine days this time, and Jingtong stayed in her room for nine days. Nangong Ting got off the bed and opened the window. Every time the cold passed, it was like rebirth, and her whole body ached.

"Why did you get out of bed, the wind is so strong at the window, and I don't know how to wear more clothes."

She stretched her waist and moved her shoulders, "I'm fine, I'm alive again!" Nangong Tingting's tone was full of joy.She took the clothes Jingtong brought and put them on her body.

"Master, you have worked hard these days."

"It's not hard, as long as you're doing well."

"Of course I will be fine." Nangong Ting ran to hug Jingtong, "Master, you saved my life at all costs, and my life belongs to Master. Without Master's permission, I will not die. "

"It seems that you are really healed." Jingtong put her hands on Nangong Tingting's head, "You started to talk glibly again."

"whee"

After recovering from a serious illness, one should not be too tired, one should not indulge in big fish and meat, one should not be overjoyed or sad. Almost everything Nangong Tingting wanted to do was not vetoed by Jingtong. After lying down for the past few days, she wanted to run outside, but her range of activities was still limited to this room, what's the point?She was almost bored, Xiaoou and the others didn't dare to come to see her because of Jingtong's special instructions, they were so bored!Jingtong said that one is one, she would not let go of Nangong Tingting's consent to things that she really felt were not acceptable, even if she acted coquettishly.

After making a fuss, Nangong Ting also understood that no matter what Jingtong would not agree to go out for a walk, she simply sat obediently and stared at the person opposite.As soon as Jingtong raised her head, she smirked.

"What are you doing looking at me?"

"You look good, it's pleasing to the eye." Nangong Tingting remembered that her father always liked to say this before, and then her old mother would always smile like a flower.Her father is still with her, so that's the way to praise others!

Jing Tong flipped through the book and frowned, wondering who taught her some words, she was so angry.

"correct!"

Nangong Yunting remembered her calligraphy, took it out like a treasure, and moved a small chair to sit next to Jingtong's lap, "Look, master, is my handwriting good?"

"If you make progress, practice again. Over time, your writing skills will become more mature."

As soon as the master praised her, Nangong Ting felt as if she had been beaten into a chicken blood. She took out her pen, ink, paper and inkstone, added water to grind the ink, the movement was so loud that Jingtong might not know that she was going to practice calligraphy.Jingtong's face was blocked by the book, and there was a slight smile behind the book, children would think that every time they came out, they hoped that she would not be enthusiastic about writing calligraphy for 3 minutes.Many years later, Jingtong discovered that her casual words of encouragement were a great motivation for Nangong Tingting, and the little guy would stick to what she said.

"Brother Nangong, long time no see!"

"Brother Duan, please sit inside."

At the end of recent years, Duan Yifan still appeared in Zhuxin Villa after all.The brothers were quite polite to each other, whitewashing all the unhappiness they had had, and Nangong was waiting for him to explain the two blueprints.

The author has something to say: the next chapter will be updated in a few days, and the mistakes may be corrected tomorrow, but it’s still the same falsehood!The author is not easy to write, do you like it? ? ?